My Superman

My superman doesn't wear a cape. Only the spandex if he really wants to; wants to see the smiles, hear the laughter; wants to be whoever he chooses. He doesn't even wear a mask; not one that you can see, anyway. I didn't believe in heroes not so long ago. I didn't believe in true love or happy endings, but most of all in heroes. I did believe in heroes, once upon a time, and I idolized those people who, in reality, are just like you and me, until they came crashing down from their thrones and I found that they were human too. I didn't realize until yesterday, that he had changed my mind about heroes. It was yesterday, that I understood what a hero really was. Heroes aren't people with money; with glitz and glammor; with hearts of stone. Real heroes are real people; who sweat and bleed; who fight; who laugh and cry; with hearts that beat and love and break, just like the rest of us. I stopped believing in heroes because I subscribed to an idol who didn't exist. So why the change of heart? My hero doesn't wear a superman suit. He wears a smile, and a laugh, and his heart on his sleeve. Occasionally I've seen him hide it; the mask that hides the heart of gold is only a smile and a lighthearted laugh. That's it. Nothing special, so we think. But he is special. At least to me. He made me believe in heroes again; in people who will fight for what is good; people who care about you; who will make you laugh, wipe the tears from your eyes; comfort you and keep you company. I didn't believe in true friends, either; the kind that seemed to exist only in fairy tales. I wish you could meet my hero one day; someday I should tell him how much I owe him, for saving me from a world without heroes. Someday I will tell him how much I love him. We all love our heroes, after all; just not all of us have the chance to tell them so, and to know that they love us in return. Who knows, maybe someday he'll even wear the cape?

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This is really touching to me. It has opened my eyes to see that not only the kind of heroes we think of as heroes, are heroes. There are heroes in our daily life and we can meet them from time to time if we keep our eyes open. They can change our lives for the better and make us happier people.